When sadness meets the tomorrow we never thought to see.
We the creator of our world;
The greatest contributor to our mind.
Should the sadness define me; or the moment I've overcome?
How can the grief be carried with ease without a good morrow...
Could there be a defined virtue of pain- or is the depth only explored?
While the sadnesscannotbe forgotten or displaced; the real reminder is in not of the tears that are shed but the light that is spread.
Would there be a way for the sorrow to meet tomorrow?
We do not choose the anguish of which torments the defiance of duties that keep thou confined;
You cannot befriend a demon just as when you aim for the king, you better not miss.
Find the tomorrow in which your sorrow may find a good morrow; as the troubles carry on, Pandora will soon to find herself hallow.
Forgive yourself, for the time to make amends is now.